This morality pornography you offer me
Pricks my soft underbelly with cool air.
I admire the twitching humanity splayed across your meeting hall like varicose veins.
Like that God’s is the only bed big enough to contain those grey ladies.
But I do not want to show you my heart. Do not show me yours.
Do not greet me with seething goodwill if you want to make me feel welcome.
Draw the curtains between me and your show of affection.
Give me a dirty wall with a hole to watch the old and broken sing.
Amazing!
You are an underappreciated talent on this site. I am always in awe of your verbal dexterity and master craftsmanship.